Chapter 325 The God of Corruption but Not Corruption

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"We burn the powder and call for bitter blood."

"We burn roses and call for rich kisses..."

In the rhythmic chants of the huskies who played "Annan Cold Winter", the hands of winter were continuously burning different spices in sequence in the seven-pointed ceremony painted as a seven-pointed star.

As they burn, these aromas surround each other to form an intense and complex aroma.

The mind gradually became more relaxed, and the soothing feeling made Thirteen Xiang gradually calm down. Just like soaking in a hot spring with flower petals or spices, the whole body gradually relaxes, and a strong sense of peace and sleepiness hits the heart.

The feeling of depression in his heart was quickly healed by this complex fragrance.

And this is not a feeling unique to "Dmitry".

Looking up with the last of his rationality, the Hands of Winter, who were originally standing like ice sculptures and exuding a cold air, have also become swaying. The whole body relaxed, and at the same time relaxed its vigilance.

Even the voice of "Annan Lindong" in the middle gradually became softer and weaker.

After burning more than forty kinds of spices, the scented smoke in the room should have been so thick that it could sting people's eyes, but Shisanxiang only felt "soft".

Yes, soft.

If you want to use Thirteen Fragrances as a metaphor, it feels like doing an essential oil spa...

The smoke in the entire room has become so thick that it seems to have formed a thick layer of haze. And the chants of "Annan" reverberated in the smoke, as if it had brought a faint echo, and it seemed full of sacredness.

Thus, the ceremony came to an end.

After igniting a rose-colored flame out of thin air in the brass brazier in the middle, "Annan" added the final material-snake slough.

"We burn snake sloughs and summon the skins of the undead..."

The moment the flame that rose nearly half a meter touched the snake's slough, it suddenly "collapsed". Like a flame-shaped ice cream that suddenly melted, the rose-colored flame turned into a colloid, shattered and melted, and fell back into the basin.

At this time, "Annan" raised his head, blinked at Dmitri, and handed over the silver ritual knife that had been burnt on the rose-colored flame.

...What is this for?

Thirteen Xiang was taken aback after receiving the knife.

Are you asking me to cut my wrists?

But Husky couldn't explain it to him...

But that didn't stop him from getting stuck here.

——After Shisanxiang took the ritual knife and there was no movement for three seconds, Dmitry's body moved by itself.

Dmitry stepped forward, cut the pads of his left thumb, index finger, and middle finger vertically with a ritual knife, and dripped blood into the colloid.

The red color, as magnificent as rose gum, was gradually soaked by these three drops of blood. Like dried blood, it gradually turned into a dry dark red... and a strong, unheard-of aroma rushed out from it.

Immediately, the Hand of Winter came up next to him, using the magic of the idol school to heal Dmitri's wound, and at the same time led him away from the ritual circle.

After everyone left the ceremony circle, "Annan" started the final chant.

"We respectfully invite the rotten husband again, we respectfully invite the god who is rotten but not rotten, the god who is lingering with fragrances—"

With the chanting of Huskies, it reached the last moment.

The fragrant breath gushing out of the copper basin became "observable with the naked eye".

The green smoke from burning spices turned into pure white smoke. It's like melting dry ice, giving people a fairy-like feeling, filling the whole room.

After the CG ended, the body belonging to "Dmitry" suddenly trembled.

Unreasonable excitement and fear surfaced in her heart, and Thirteen Xiang couldn't help but reach out and cover her heart.

The next moment, it was like a hallucination—and like a ghost.

Obviously at the last moment, there was nothing beside "Annan".

But after the white smoke flows,

A figure appeared behind "Annan".

It was a man who was a head shorter than himself, but a head taller than Annan.

He was wearing a pure white silk robe, with fair and healthy skin, and his bare feet stepped on the ground.

The upper half of his face is hidden by a silver mask, and on his head is an ivory crown with five pointed horns. If you look closely, you will find that He has no hair at all. From behind the crown, there are two pieces of white gauze more than one meter long, like ears, wings and hair, floating behind him without wind.

His whole body exudes a strong fragrance, so pure that it seems to reflect the light of the moon—even if they are indoors or during the day, people will think so.

Even if it's the first time.

Even in the video recorded by the players before, the figure of the rotten man was completely invisible...

But just the moment he saw him, Thirteen Xiang immediately recognized his identity.

And "Annan", who seemed to be embraced by the spread arms of the rotten man, was unaware of what was behind him.

——His perception ability has been weakened to the limit by that fragrance.

His body slowly fell backwards, and he fell powerlessly into the arms of the rotten man.

... What's wrong with Huskies?

A trace of anxiety flashed in Shisanxiang's heart.

He couldn't help but take a step forward.

Instead, he saw that in the raised head of "Annan", the witty and cunning light that belonged to huskies became empty. Like a puppet that has lost its mind, the rotten man gently supported his shoulders.

That pose reminds me of a marionette.

"I thought you would rush up and ask me to let him go..."

After looking at Shisanxiang, the rotten man chuckled and let go of the shoulder of the husky who played "Annan".

After the husky left the rotten body, it took another four or five seconds for his pupils to gradually regain focus.

Shisanxiang quickly caught him.

"What's wrong with me……"

The husky made a broken, dry hoarse sound.

Because Shi Sanxiang was supporting him, she could clearly feel through the palm of her hand that the body of "Annan" was shaking violently... like a dog trembling violently when it heard the sound of firecrackers.

This should be the situation when a mortal is directly contacted by a righteous god who has no restraint power, and his body is flooded with a strong sense of fear.

It's like when a small animal is pressed under the feet of a tiger or lion-this is enough to scare people to the point of losing their minds and fainting on the spot.

But the rotten man just smiled.

There was still that mysterious smile on the corner of his mouth.

In general, smiling makes people feel reassured and connected. But the smile on the rotten man's face was not like that.

It was a smile reminiscent of a drawn bow or a loaded gun. It seems that as long as you press a button, you will easily take the life of others.

"I'm sorry, His Royal Highness Dmitri, His Highness Annan."

The rotten man spoke softly, making a soft and sticky voice: "I don't know what to do if you call me here?"

His attitude was so respectful that even when facing two genuine mortals who hadn't even set foot on the path of superhumanity, he directly used their honorific titles.

"Make a bet, how about it."

Feeling that the husky in her arms still couldn't recover her ability to think, Shisanxiang had no choice but to push herself up.

He looked at the rotting man, and said in a deep voice, "Use my royal blood...to make a bet with you."